The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2882: Rejuvenation and Bone Engraving (3)

If it weren’t for Mo Hua, he would have sought the "Bone Carving" Secret Technique himself to prepare for his Core Formation, and he wouldn’t have been aware of this issue.

This is quite peculiar...

"The Hua family... are they stealing my Bone Carving technique?" Mo Hua frowned.

Aside from profiting from war, hoarding Fasting Pills, and exploiting Spirit Stones and resources of the Barbaric Wilderness, the Hua family’s aim was also to steal the heritage of the Great Wilderness.

And among the heritage of the Great Wilderness, what the Hua family most desired... turned out to be the "Bone Carving" technique?

Could this also be... the true objective of the Hua family ancestor?

"But... why?"

"What does the Hua family want with such an obscure spell point?"

"Or is there some kind of... unknown mystery hidden within this Bone Carving technique?"

Mo Hua’s frown deepened.

The Hua family... the Great Wilderness Bone Carving...

In his understanding, these were completely unrelated matters.

What connection there could be between them, Mo Hua found it hard to figure out.

"Anyway, this is a critical clue..."

"Whenever there’s a chance, I must trouble the Hua family and expose their secrets... at least take my Bone Carving technique back..."

Mo Hua contemplated silently.

Then he secretly investigated, especially paying attention to the leaders of various tribes.

He mentally marked those who had colluded with the Hua family, had dealings with them, were infiltrated by them, or were obviously their "insiders."

When there’s an opportunity, he would "settle accounts" with them one by one, uproot the Hua family, and discover their bottom line.

See what on earth they are looking for...

...

In the midst of the busy chaos, Little Zatu suddenly found Mo Hua.

His face was somewhat haggard, his eyes a bit red, evidently from secretly crying.

He looked at Mo Hua with hope, but his eyes were full of worry, seemingly not wanting to disturb Mo Hua, but the matters in his heart left him restless, forcing him to speak.

Mo Hua saw through Little Zatu’s mind, his heart trembled slightly, and he asked: "Do you... miss your grandpa?"

Little Zatu nodded with red eyes.

He had been away from the Wutu Mountain Realm with Mo Hua for a long time.

Since then, famine had spread, and he didn’t know what the situation in the Wutu Mountain Realm was.

He didn’t know if his grandpa Elder Zamu, and his clansmen, were alive or dead, or if they had been consumed by the famine. His heart was burdened, frequently leaving him anxious and uneasy.

But remembering Mo Hua’s teachings and his grandpa’s exhortations, he focused wholeheartedly on his tasks, usually suppressing these worries deep in his heart.

Yet now within the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, with tribal warfare and numerous casualties...

In such a Great Mountain Realm, large tribes, everywhere was a scene of devastation. For the Wutu Small Mountain Realm, there was no need to mention further.

Zatu, after all, was still young, and the thought of his grandpa, dependent on him, being uncertain of life or death, caused him internal anguish, leading him to seek the all-knowing gentleman for inquiries.

Mo Hua stroked Little Zatu’s head, speaking gently: "Don’t worry, your grandpa should be fine over there."

Little Zatu, tearful, was both surprised and delighted, "Gentleman, really?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Yes."

Knowing that his relatives and clansmen were fine, Little Zatu felt joyful, wiped his tears, and then felt a bit ashamed for not being strong enough and losing composure in front of the gentleman, he said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Gentleman, then I’ll go back to work, I won’t disturb you anymore."

Mo Hua kindly patted his shoulder, "Go on."

Feeling greatly encouraged, Little Zatu left happily.

After Little Zatu left, Mo Hua fell into deep thought.

In the great disaster, there were too many things, too complicated, even with his Divine Sense, he was somewhat stretched for capacity.

He almost forgot about matters regarding the Wutu Mountain Realm.

But his intuition did not detect a "crisis" from Cause and Effect.

This meant that the Wutu Mountain Realm might not have been destroyed in the famine.

From the Famine Map he obtained from the Hua family, there was no clear marking of the Wutu Mountain Realm, so Mo Hua wasn’t certain if the Wutu Mountain Realm was within the range "devoured" by the famine, or whether it would be destroyed...

Mo Hua was quietly worried inside.

Meanwhile, he also wondered about how Big Tiger was doing now.

But with the current situation, he couldn’t extricate himself; thinking about returning to the Wutu Mountain Realm to see was almost impossible.

Human capability has limits.

After all, Mo Hua was just at the Foundation Establishment stage, many things he couldn’t manage comprehensively.

"Once the matters with the Wujiu Tribe are resolved, I’ll find a way to go back and have a look..."

Mo Hua sighed softly.

"Now is not the time, the power isn’t sufficient, influence isn’t enough, authority isn’t enough, I’ll have to wait a little longer..."

...

And three months passed like this.

Within three months, after a succession of fierce battles and prolonged stalemates, the Wujiu Tribe finally broke through the blockade and advanced to the deepest part of the ancient Vermilion Bird Mountain Range.

On the Vermilion Bird Mountain, red clouds gathered densely.

The ancient Divine Altar silently lay at the foot of the mountain.

The Wujiu Tribe chanted the names of their deities, initiating the final charge.

Underneath these red clouds, before the ancient Divine Altar, and amid the terrifying crisis of the Wujiu Great God’s arrival, both sides would engage in a last-ditch, fierce struggle...